The Armed An Iteration
AN ITERATION lyrics: I fell for some Pseudosophisticated Poet laureateposing Young white savior. He sang to me. A blue collar emulation. An accent so affected. So midwestern. Shots in the dark Kalishnokov Youll take her eye out Too cool to be trite. His cunning remarks. And then he did it again. An iteration. He said to me, Youve got your own reflection. Its extra underwhelming. It lets me down. Strohs from the tap. Workingclass porn. And daddys money. Too cool to excite. Hes up there so bored. And then he did it again. An iteration.
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